UNITED NATIONS. THE UNSEEN

 

15 AUGUST 2008

THE UNSEEN

O heart, what a wonderful bird you are.
Seeking divine heights,
Flapping your wings,
you smashed the pointed spears of your enemy.

The flowers flee from Autumn, but not you -
You are the fearless rose
that grows amidst the freezing wind.

Pouring down like the rain of heaven
you fell upon the rooftop of this world.

Now the words are over
and the pain they bring is gone.
Now you have gone to rest
in the arms of the Beloved.

You went like an arrow to the target
from the bow of time and place.
The man who stays at the cemetery pointed the way, but you didn't go.
You became light and gave up wanting to be famous.

I've heard of living at the center, but what about
leaving the center of the center?
Flying toward thankfulness, you become
the rare bird with one wing made of fear,
and one of hope. In autumn,
a rose crawling along the ground in the cold wind.
Rain on the roof runs down and out by the spout
as fast as it can.

Talking is pain. Lie down and rest,
now that you've found a friend to be with.

Jalal ad-Din Al-Rumi